I am from the brisk winds and dense fog of San Francisco.

I am from the cheesy quesadillas to the mind-bogglingly amazing burritos on thursday nights.

I am from the countless hours I have put into video games when I’m bored to the limitless freedom of going outside to play soccer

I am from the delicious, mouth-watering homemade bread from my sister to the delicious pancakes that I look forward to the entire week

I am from a spacious, yellow house where I sprint up the stairs, through the front door, chuck my backpack into the closet, and sprint to satisfy my hunger. 

I am from sleepwalking down the stairs to breakfast to rushing out the door to be on time to soccer practice. I am from looking at the great view to playing soccer in the garage as I feel the sweat trickling down my face to feeling like home 

I am from the luscious greenery that fills my house to hearing the ongoing sounds of the city as I lay in my bed, thinking about what the next day will bring for me.

I am from the Thursday night burritos when many different flavors waft into my mouth, 

I am from Friday night pizza when the cheesy flavor dissolves in my mouth 

I am from veggie dogs and gagging from the disgusting wafts of pickles

I am from the delicious Indonesian food that my grandfather makes to the hot, steaming, tomato soup with too much heavy cream. 

I am from the macaroni & cheese that drips with cheese to the steamy homemade falafel with pita bread and delicious hummus

I am from Friday night movie night to Thursday night burritos. 

I am from going to the Netherlands every summer 

I am from arguing with Eli, Jack, and Kai that Messi is better than Pele to proving this in multiple ways without them believing